023: Friendly Spar.

Clang!

Swords clashed in the air. Zayn and Zayed had changed out of their outfits into loose bottoms and nothing else.

They were in some sort of training room that looked like an ancient training room with the armor, knives, spears, daggers, swords and so many weapons hanging around.

Amidst the tension in the atmosphere, there was a mixture of iron and wood in the air.

"If I win, you'll accept defeat once and for all," Zayn spoke as he got into a fighting pose. "And you have to hear me out and provide whatever assistance I need."

"Mm, I agree with your second term but not the first one... But there's no way you could beat me anyway," Zayed pronounced.

Zayn chuckled. He glanced at the entrance doors that had royal servants guarding it, servants that were dying to sneak a peek at the two young masters training.

"You hear that?" Zayn called out in a loud voice. "Your master said it himself. He can't go back on his words."

The servants took this opportunity to turn arou
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